The cold through cracks blows, the gray cloudy skies seemingly drifting into the room and yet, there you are, sitting, working, beauty like incense permeating senses, a warm tropical breeze moving slowly amongst leaves, green, swaying as you pass, giving life, sharing your brightness with those who, for too long, have seen only darkness.
There are days that the bitter cold wins, the battles fought hard come short, but, in the end, you, because of who you are, because of the luminous spirit that dwells sweetly within you, the war will be won... Won by the love you possess, the love you unselfishly, tirelessly give. I feel it everyday, every moment we speak, every second we sit in silence. You are a light that pervades every corner of my insides shining without occlusion, truth seen fully and accepted completely because of who you are, because of... all of you...that sweet soul.
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